Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Seychelles and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Cosmic Jokers to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Finger,
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
Aural Exciters,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
Delta 5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tom Boy,
The Associates,
Slick Rick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacques Brel,
Severed Heads,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fluxion,
Tim Buckley,
Juan Atkins,
Neu!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Eli Mardock,
Pagans,
Panda Bear,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
Easy Going,
Japan,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camberwell Now,
Massinfluence,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
Brick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker,
Marc Almond,
Black Sheep,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Patti Smith,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Todd Terry,
Ponytail,
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.